Lay Down My Bad Husband

"All right!" An Guobang's face sank slightly. "A woman who is nearly twenty-seven years old is crying for such a small thing. What does it look like?"

Hearing an Guobang's reproach, an Xiyan raised her hazy tears and looked at him, and said, "Dad, your daughter is about to be cut by others. Is this still a small matter?"

"The doctor has told me that as long as you pay attention to rest and protect the wound, after the wound is healed, and then do two small cosmetic operations, you can return to the original appearance, there will be no impact." An Guobang said in a deep voice.

"Two more cosmetic surgeries?" An Xiyan was obviously shocked. She didn't think it would be so serious. So, almost all of a sudden, her eyes lit up a strong hatred again. "Dad, I don't care. The person who scratched my face, I must let him die."

"Shut up An Guobang yelled in a low voice, and his face was obviously stained with a trace of displeasure. "Soon there will be a presidential election. Without my permission, if any of you dare to mess around, don't blame me for being merciless."

No matter how important his wife and children are, they are not as important as his ability to stand on the top and become the president of a country.

Therefore, at this critical moment, anguobang does not allow anyone to dye any flaw in his upcoming peak of life.

"Dad..."

Not only an Xiyan, but also Fu Yuzhen looked at an Guobang strangely, because his words surprised them so much.

"Someone has reported to me that the person who scratched you this time had a history of mental illness. Today, he suddenly rushed to the stage and scratched your face because of the stimulation." An Guobang calm face, continued, "so, this matter, to the relevant departments to deal with, what kind of result, is what kind of result, no one of you is allowed to say a word, you know?"

An Yize looks at his father and nods first, because he always understands that when a person is eager to climb the subversion of power, there is nothing he can't do. What's more, he is a person who has been playing with political power for decades standing in such a high position as his father.

That's why, from the beginning, he chose to go into business instead of politics.

"Well, I see. Guobang, don't worry." Fu Yuzhen also nodded her head, because she clearly knew that at this time, an Guobang was serious. He usually favored his daughter, but once someone wanted to affect his political career, it would not be so easy to speak, even if it was his closest relatives.

Slightly raised lips to smile, Fu Yuzhen raised her hand to wipe the tears on an Xiyan's face. Looking at her still in a daze, she said again, "Xiyan, don't nod with your father quickly, I know."

"Ma..." An Xiyan does not comply.

"Silly boy, when your father gets in that seat one day, what else can't be as you want." Fu Yuzhen advised.

After listening to Fu Yuzhen's words, an Xiyan understood it, but she was still reluctant to nod her head. "Dad, don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble."

"Well." An Guobang nodded with satisfaction, "this is my good daughter!"

The whole afternoon, Lin Ziyi was a little restless. In her brain, she always came up with an Xiyan's delicate but twisted face in her hands. Then, the enchanting blood overflowed from her fingers.

Maybe it was because of a five-year-old mother. Lin Ziyi's heart could not be hardened.

Originally, she was smashed by an Xiyan inexplicably yesterday, and she planned to pay her back when she saw an Xiyan next time. However, when she saw the news report that an Xiyan was scratched in the face today, and the injury was not light, Lin Ziyi never wanted to pay her back.

Perhaps, this is God's retribution for an Xiyan.

Looking at Ivy, who is busy and lacks skills, Lin Ziyi feels that he is a little sorry.

The same is an Yize's secretary, with the same salary, why her idle buttocks are sitting pain, ivy is busy.

So, Lin Ziyi put down his financial magazine, looked at Ivy with a little guilt, and whispered, "Ivy, anyway, the president is not here now, otherwise, you can share the matter with me."

Ivy's fingers were pounding on the keyboard like flying. He slightly sidestepped his head and glared at Lin Ziyi through his thick black glasses. Then he continued to look at the computer screen. He didn't want to stop his action at all. He just said, "hum..." A, full of sneer tunnel, "how? Do you want to sue me again in front of the president when he comes back? "

--Tell me again!

Listening to Ivy's words, Lin Ziyi wanted to roll his eyes.

Is there any mistake? When did she sue her in front of an Yize?

Unexpectedly kind-hearted was regarded as the donkey liver lung, that continues to let her idle buttock ache, someone busy chicken flies dog to jump.

Muddleheaded, it's not easy to get up to work time. Lin Ziyi doesn't care about Ivy, who is piled up with a hill of papers on his desk. He picks up his things and leaves work straight away.Ivy grinned and glared at Lin Ziyi's light back. He wanted to poke two holes in Lin Ziyi with his eyes.

Because Ann's office building is located in the center of the city, when Lin Ziyi returned to xiaofengluan mountain, it was almost seven o'clock.

As soon as the car drove up xiaofengluan mountain, not far from the horizon, a fiery red sunset hung in the sky like blood. The magnificent brilliance crossed the coming night and projected onto the whole xiaofengluan mountain. It was extremely beautiful, soul stirring and soul frightening.

There is no time to drive the car into the garage. Not far from the villa, Lin Ziyi stops the car. Then, he can't wait to get out of the car, go around the front of the car, and stride to a higher position in front of him. He wants to have a panoramic view of the breathtaking and breathtaking scenery.

It turns out that xiaofengluan mountain is so beautiful that it makes people feel relaxed and happy. No wonder Lin Haotian wanted to buy the whole xiaofengluan mountain as a gift for his 18-year-old.

In fact, if you think about it now, the gift of 18-year-old adulthood is more than the one given to her by her father, xiaofengluanshan. Isn't it the best gift that God gave her such a wise and sensible son as Xiaoxi?

Even if she is now forced to rely on others, but there is a stream beside her, she can still live happily and upward.

In the kitchen of the villa, two men, large and small, wearing the same black aprons, are happily busy in front of the cooking table. When they look up, the little guy who is washing vegetables on the small bench passes through the clear glass. At a glance, they can accurately capture the outside of the villa. Standing on a huge stone not far away, they can see the woods in the distance.